I am afraid,
of leaving this life scarred and scathed.
How boring, bizarre and safe.
I need to start emboldening the brave.
I am ashamed
to be named
Tartaglia and behave as I do.
When’s the overall purpose ‘spose to guide you?
I must continue to give you a clue.
I have secrets and here is the truth:
italian roots makes me think you’re a mook.
Perfecting my poetry; this flow is no fluke.
V-Money makes Valid look funny
High school talking getting every honey
This is a letter from me
To you before I bid adieu.
Into a life renewed.
